He said it so firmly, with his gaze steady and direct that Aiden was inclined to believe him. But there was something else.
“What about me as your Dom?” Aiden asked as he leaned in close and brushed their lips together.
“I want that part of you too.”
“Liar,” Aiden whispered against his mouth.
“I do. But I need more time to understand everything.”
Aiden pulled back, tilting his head to the side in question. “Time?”
“Yes.” He swallowed hard, Adam’s Apple bobbing. “Please.”
“I want to give that to you. But I’m afraid that when that time is up, you’ll decide that submitting to me isn’t what you want after all.” Aiden closed his eyes after that admission. He hadn’t felt naked until that moment. Admitting his fear left him exposed in a way that he wasn’t used to.
“Aiden—.”
Aiden stopped whatever Mike was about to say with a kiss. He didn’t want to hear anything that would set him up to hope—only to leave him disappointed in the end.
They kissed, deep and passionate. Aiden led as always. His fingers on Mike’s hard jaw held him in place as he licked into his mouth and softly sucked at his full bottom lip. And Mike followed where he led, kissing him back with such hunger, as if he’d been starving for a taste of him.
Aiden slid his hand around to cup the nape of Mike’s neck and let the other drift down to unzip his pants. When the hot length of Mike’s cock hit his palm, he wrapped his fingers around it and started to stroke. Mike desperately groaned into their kiss. He moved his hips in shallow thrusts, pushing his cock deeper into Aiden’s fist.
A bell quietly chimed, indicating that they only had three minutes left.
“Fuck,” Aiden cursed. He started stroking faster, determined to get him off. It was a rough and dry hand job but Mike didn’t seem to care. He buried his face in Aiden’s neck, lips closing over the space right above his collarbone to suck a bruise onto his skin. Aiden pumped his throbbing cock again and again, until Mike’s big body shook with his orgasm, his cum spilling over Aiden’s fingers in a hot rush.
Aiden brushed his lips over Mike’s hair, prepared to let him rest and calm his ragged breathing in the time remaining. But Mike lifted his head, his eyes bright and intense.
“Let me suck you. Please,” he begged in a husky whisper.
They had a minute left.
“Do it,” Aiden said.
He expected Mike to switch places and put him in the chair while he kneeled, or push him off his lap to stand in front of him. He did neither. Mike rose from the chair with Aiden in his arms, boosting him up as if his weight was nothing to toss his legs over his shoulders. Aiden held on, wrapping his hands around the back of Mike’s head as he walked them to the closest wall and pressed him against it. Then with a hot, wet mouth, he began to suck Aiden off.
It was fast and loud and messy and it drove Aiden to the edge in record speed. Moaning, eyes squeezed shut, he gave himself over to the lips dragging over his shaft and the tongue licking and teasing the head.
“We’re almost out of time, pup. Suck it faster.”
At the order, Mike furiously bobbed up and down on his cock. When he focused on the head while flicking the sensitive spot beneath with his tongue, Aiden’s balls drew up tight. He cried out, a rough shout torn from his throat as he came. His body tingled from head to toes, thighs involuntarily squeezing around Mike’s head as his cock pulsed his release.
He had no time to enjoy the aftershocks of his orgasm. The bright overhead lights came on as Mike lowered him to his feet.
Their fifteen minutes over, they righted their clothes and used the napkins discreetly tucked in the corner of the room on an end table to clean themselves up. Nothing was resolved as they slowly walked out of the champagne room, physically and emotionally wrecked.
Mike cleared his throat. “Maybe we can talk go somewhere and talk—.”
Someone screamed, cutting him off.
“It’s a riot!”
